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Hullo! 3 things have happened this week that have kept me pretty busy & away from tumblr recently: 1) I graduated 2) my tablet pretty much died 3) I made callbacks for Hunchback of Notre Dame!! Anyway, I don’t plan on being on tonight, but I will be on later this week. Thank you guys for the patience!!
wizardyuzuki:
“What is your name?” Yuzuki decided to tone it down. She realized that she really needed to learn to control her temper. What good was talking if they were both yelling at each other. She took a few deep breaths as she listened to his words to truly let them sink it. When it finally did sink in,her heart nearly sank.
“What sort of situation are you in? There is nothing but despair in that line of thinking. Which is why I want to know just how bad this situation is.” When she spoke it was clear that she was trying to control her temper. The way this boy thought was very familiar to her. At one point, she thought of things in that manner. Perhaps it would be best if she stuck around for a while.
The argument, almost as soon as it starts, is over, & Armin cannot help but be relieved. After all, there’s no winning in a senseless fight-- ( no way to convince a stubborn opposite party-- ) especially not when two parties are YELLING. Instinctively, Armin INHALES, his shoulders raising & falling as light hues watch the girl-- She remains seated, but her countenance is CALM, & more welcoming than he remembers it had been previously.
“ Our...-- our situation.. “ He says it, slowly, tasting the way the sorrow begins to collect on his tongue, “ Is... bleak. Allour lives, all we’ve known was.... was the feeling of being a bird in a cage.. Trapped, by beasts intent only upon devouring every last one of us... & then... “ Fists ball up beside him, & Armin finds the words be desires refuse to form, caught in his throat. ( we were betrayed ) “ W-Well... “ He has to C L E A R H I S T H R O A T to continue, desperately changing the subject, “ Anyway. My name’s.... my name’s Armin Arlert. What’s uh... what’s yours? “
impotentia:
[ her eyebrow furrowing, she opened her mouth to speak, ( already so used to having to block out memories as such ) a small smile found its way ( surprisingly comfortably ) onto her light pink lips as she nods a bit ]
❝ its kinda cheesey, but that’s just shakespeare ❞
[ Her light pink sundress she was wearing fanned out a bit as she stood on her toes, ( trying to act like she was looking at the books on the shelf behind him ) but in all truth she was trying to see if he was still taller than her ; he was ]
❝ so- uhm.. how’s it been..? ❞
“ Y’.... Y’know, to be honest with you, I’ve never read this one..... “ ( he laughs, ) desperate for the creeping anxiety to go a w a y; It’s cold, on his back, clinging, itching, [ BEGGING HIM ] to relive his fear, to succumb to the repressed ANGER & betrayal from those years of torture. Armin swallows, then, & with a slightly SHAKING hand, raises the book, returning it to her. Her question strikes him as ODD-- ( even she refuses to bring up the past, it seems, ) but it is a relief, & for a moment, the blonde allows himself a SMILE-- & to revel in how nice it is to see her smile, as well. In this life, the weight of their sins didn’t seem so heavy, it seemed. “ Oh, uh... w-well... “ He blinks, stares at her, realizes he’s staring, & in embarrassment, immediately looks away again, a hand raising to rub the back of his neck. “ It’s ...good. Studies are going well, & the flowers in our garden just bloomed-- But, uh... truthfully? It’s been.... quiet, I guess.... I..... I miss everyone, y’know? Hey, Annie-- have... have you seen anyone else from all those years ago? “
impotentia:
[ annie could only wish she had been frozen forever in the aquamarine crystal she had encased herself in during her previous life, could only hope ( or pray, as some would have it ) that things were made right ; because it killed her to remember all that she had done, those she had killed and betrayed, and those she couldn’t save, no matter how much she wanted too. ]
’-I..’
[ the book that was previously in her hands ( a midnight summers dream ) had spilled from her tender grasp and fell open onto the floor, her crystal blue eyes widening ever so slightly as she took a swift step back, mentally readying herself for the words she was sure were going to follow his surprise as she opened her mouth to speak ]
’.. I’m sorry-’
Blue eyes are unwavering, caught upon the features of the woman from s o l o n g a g o -- ( Memories are flooding back. ) Fear, pain, anger, betrayal-- [ sorrow ] “ You--- u-uh-- “ He hesitates, caught up in the shock, before the dull thud & empty rustle of a fallen book catches his attention, draws him from the rising anxiety that sickened the palms of his hands & made his stomach twist--- But then, a decision is made, & the boy crouches, to pick up the book. When he stands, the words are found, & finally rise to his lips with a renewed determination, & a kindness that isn’t altogether unfamiliar. “ Sorry? I, uh... I think you’ve got it wrong; It was my fault, after all... should’ve been looking where I was going. Here... It’s a Shakespeare, right? Um.... is.... is it any good? “ ( It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Annie? )
“ PLEASE DON’T KILL US, PLLEEEAASSEEE WE DON’T WANNA DDIIIIEEE-- come on you gotta join i-- AND IF YOU DO NOT KILL US WE’LL BAAAAKKEE YOOUU LOOTTSS OOOF P I E S !! “
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The smell of old books is a second home, & even as his thumb flips over crinkling pages, there is a tingling of a memory that sits within the back of his skull, ( a sort of yearning, like a summertime nostalgia that leaves him SORROWFUL, yet g l a d. ) In these days of hope, of peace, Armin cannot help but wonder where his friends had been reborn. He hopes, wishes, prays, even, that their deaths had been painless, & their lives, without the threat of Titans, happy. ( Reincarnation was a blessing beyond belief, it seemed. ) Caught up within the printed words, the lingering memories, He’d not been looking where he was walking, [ though he should’ve ] & without realizing his misstep, manages to BUMP, without much fuss, against a stranger whose face he has not seen. Immediately, guilt trips up his heart, & though he stumbles over his own feet a moment, he turns when he can with flushed cheeks & worried brows, & a gaze that’s lifting up to meet his opposite’s eyes- “ Oh, God-- I’m so sorry, Are you okay?? I didn’t mean to bump into y--- --- A n n i e ? “
shinigamikiddo:
A step is taken, then he stops. Someone is calling out to him and Kidd wasn’t one to leave them in trouble. So he turned back, Golden eyes take in the details. This stranger is covered in BLOOD. Just what happened?
:Danger? What danger? There’s nothing going on here. You look dazed. Are you alright?”
He’s worried about the health of a stranger. How very kind of him, too kind some might add.
“Do you even know WHERE you are?”
Relief, like a great wave, spills over anxious countenance, & calms his racing mind enough to allow him ( ASSESSMENT ), registering the words at a slight delay, but catching what he says, nonetheless: [ There is no danger. You look dazed. Are you alright? ] Armin swallows tries to answer, & is met with a choked breath. ( Just speak, you coward! ) Again, he runs his hand, palm-upwards, this time, under his nose, feels the numbed sting of pain, sees the blood that pools & runs, & looks back toward his stranger-- ( his help. ) “ I--- The... The Titans-- “ he manages the words, sputtered, hoarse-- But they are all that’s needed to open the floodgates. “ We were reclaiming Wall Maria &-- If I’m alive, then... then I must have failed them! They’ll be devoured if we don’t find them-- !! “ Breathe, Armin. Breathe. He inhales, ( blinking heavily, ) in some attempt to clear his mind, his vision, his panic. “ I must’ve fallen & hit my head-- I think my nose is broken, but-- I’m not sure. Honestly, I can’t remember how I fell or-- or how I got here-- “ [ Do you even know where you are? ] Lips purse, & suddenly, there’s an empty feeling in the pit of Armin’s stomach. ( fear. Uncertainty. ) “ What do you mean W H E R E I A M ?? This... this isn’t Wall Maria?? “
wizardyuzuki:
Yuzuki glared at him with annoyance. That annoyance soon turned into anger the more she listened to his words. She wanted so hard to punch him in the face but, even she realized that violence was not the answer for this situation. She twitched a bit before sitting down. She needed to think about what he had said before she responds. It took her a few minutes before she finally responded, it was very clear she was angry “No I don’t see! How dare you think something like that! Victory should not require the sacrifice of others. How can you hope to save humanity if you are sacrificing the same people you are trying to save?”
Her reaction is justified, & yet, her anger is a shock, like a knife. ( It hits him, square in the chest, ) & he staggers back a step, Before the words can find him again. His voice raises, meets hers in tone & volume, a desperate cry: “ It’s not like that! “ He feels like a broken record, the words caught in his head spitting out at useless intervals, & for a moment, Armin wonders if he should just GIVE IT UP-- she is impassioned, & angry, & what right has he to argue her? But she needs to know-- humanity hasn’t lost for nothing! “ As a soldier, it is my duty to be willing to sacrifice all I am for the cause of humanity! Even if my life is lost, I would give it for the safety of another. This is the vow of a dedicated heart! Look, I.... There was a time when I hated this course of action, too, but-- “ He pauses, allows himself to remember, for a fraction of a moment, how his grandfather, the man to raise him, had been sent to his death. Innocent though he was, his death had kept children from starving. “ But it is the only way. Sacrifice the few to save the many. Each life has meaning & each death purpose. We’d have lost even more if we didn’t sacrifice who we did. “
brazenlass:
“… What?”
There’s perhaps some irony to be found in that she thinks he’s strange for thinking her strange.
(Give her a moment to determine if he’s making fun of her or not.)
“They’re clothes. Fuck’s up with you?”
( Doesn’t she understand? ) There’s something wrong with what she’s wearing, something OFF-- It’s nothing like anything he’s seen within the walls-- ( There’s sweat forming on his brow ) & gooseflesh rising along his arms. The boy turns slightly, faces his opposite, & now he cannot hide his alarm-- his shoulders tense & his hands ball up to fists at his sides as his voice stumbles, clumsily, over his daze. “ But they-- They’re not-- “ He’s grasping for something, anything to explain what he’s experiencing, why he doesn’t know where he is or why she isn’t wearing what he knows to be common dress, “ That’s not....-- N-not even the... Not even the people within Wall Sina wear anything like that-- !! Where did you-.... where did you even f i n d those?? “
I'd be more than happy to do it again.
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Blood smears, a streak of ugly scarlet, along the back of Armin’s wrist, his arm, as he wipes at a nose that won’t stop bleeding-- ( He allows himself a moment to wonder if it was broken ) before reaching out, to the stranger, desperation painted across delicate features. “ Hey, wait-- ! “ Trembling fingers reach out, grasp after his opposite’s sleeve, clumsy, even as the daze begins to truly wear off-- ( he can’t remember how he got here, nor does he recognize where he is, ) But he does know his friends needed his help. “ W-wait a minute-- My friends are in serious danger-- Please, I need to--- I need to find them-- I can’t let them just be killed--!! “
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“ It’s not like that, “ He speaks slowly, his words plucked carefully from the air like he fears he might say the wrong thing at any moment. ( His lips purse, as Armin allows himself a moment to think, ) dark brows drawn low over his eyes in a scowl of CONCENTRATION. “ It’s not that they’re bad people,” He says, at last, with an intensity that tastes unfamiliar on his lips, “ They just understand what must be sacrificed for victory... It’s the logical decision. To truly save humanity, you have to sacrifice your own. Don’t you see? “
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He hasn’t realized how clammy his hands feel ( shaking at his sides, ) as he rubs his index fingers across his thumb, his palm, fidgeting in any way he can to distract himself from the cold anxiety that’s creeping down his back. Even as he finds the words, Armin cannot hide the uncertainty that has staggered into his tone. “ W-what.... “ He has to hesitate, swallow, before he can continue, “ What kind of clothes are those? I-- I’ve never seen... anything like them before in my life-- “
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